Jacques felt as if something unclean was behind him, and turned his head curiously to see the cat crouching there honestly staring at him.

Jacques felt a ferocious murderous intent in Sibylla's eyes, which made him creep, and his restless hand immediately put the cup on the desk.

"Where did this cat come from?" He asked Lucia.

"Cats? What cat? Lucia glanced sideways at Jacques, then she looked at the kitchen door and said indifferently, "I don't know, the priest doesn't have this cat." ”

"Really?" Jacques wasn't convinced: "It was always staring at me, and it gave me a chill down my spine. ”

"Are you sure? Lucia. ”

"Of course, there is not only one servant of mine in the priest's house, but three other servants, and you can ask if they have not seen them either." Lucia said as she motioned to Sibylla to tell her that she was not in any danger.

Sibylla gradually became much more well-behaved, so she licked her furry paws and lay there quietly, her eyes turned to the other end, choosing to listen with her ears.

"Look at it, Jacques, how cute it is."

"Seems to be." Jacques pondered for a moment: "I don't seem to hate this thing, I already felt it just now, it is hostile to me, I don't know why." ”

Jacques shook his head again, feeling that something was not right, and he looked at it carefully: "Lucia, is this your cat?" ”

"No, it's not." Lucia subconsciously took a step back: "I'm a slave, how can I have a cat?" ”

"I've met some stray cats, and they're much more treacherous than them." Lucia continued.

Jacques nodded: "Yes, I have had a similar experience, at the beginning with it, there was hostility, there was guarding, when you feed them at will, you will become dependent, even worse. ”

"The difference between that guy in New Orleans is that they don't know how to be grateful."

"The guys?" Lucia said, "Jacques, these words don't look like they're coming out of your mouth at all. ”

"I'm just telling the truth." Jacques said.

"Although I didn't have the same experience as you, I sympathize with you." Lucia slowly walked towards Sibylla and said, "Jacques, I hope this cat can heal you, including everything. ”

"Including you?" Jacques asked suddenly.

"What? Me? Lucia spread her hands: "Jacques, this is in the priest's house, don't forget, you are no longer the sheriff you used to be, I can't count on you anything." ”

"Are you eavesdropping on my conversation with the priest?" Jacques guessed Lucia's true identity and asked with a cold face.

"That's normal, Jacques, I'm the priest's maid, and I'm telling you, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, I was there at the time." Lucia replied with a sense of confidence.

Jacques approached Lucia and whispered, "No, you were away for a while, and I told the priest these things later." ”

"Well, I don't want to explain."

After Lucia finished speaking, she was about to pick up Sibylla, when a sentence suddenly came from behind Lucia: "Hey! Don't touch it! ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu Nier, I didn't know it was your pet." Taken aback by Vincent, Lucia immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Vincent.

"Lucia, is it?" Vincent smiled and said, "Don't you care, Sibylla hates strangers..."

Vincent almost said that Sibylla hated people of the same skin color as Martin, but the phrase got him in his stomach, and he feared that it would make Lucia feel like he was discriminating against her.